Monday, October 2, 2017
I’ve had a couple of dreams lately that involve a whole bunch of hostile people armed with guns descending upon a house that I’m in– although never alone in, there’s usually quite a few others. I’m always very anxious, but not afraid enough not to fight, or even believe I couldn’t repel them, despite being quite inexperienced with guns. Eventually, though, it always turns out that taking a gunshot doesn’t hurt me– or anyone else— or else it becomes clear everyone (including me) is only pretending to have a gun. The anxiety, fear, and urgency subsides only a little though, and the battle always ends by a temporary retreat of the invaders.
